I never knew how much I loved you, Tell it was to late...This page is for you... I Love and Miss you so!!!

This story is not made up....It is true...Im trying to help people to see how drugs can screw up your life, And the lifes of people around you. It was very hard on me when my friend Brian died. I had to relive it all over again to do this page. It is taking a long time to do, because of the tears, That I can't seem to stop. Please I Beg Of You To Read My Story... Then Pass It On To Another... Lets Stop This Killer They Call Drugs.....

His Family called him Danny.... I always liked Brian... But I find myself calling him Danny alot more now-a-days.....

My good friend Brian (Danny) died August 2 1994. From a drug overdose. He was 20 years old, Had a good job, Loving friends and family. But the drugs that killed him, did not care about all that... Brian thought he could do anything and nothing would happen to him...He was wrong... He was a sweet careing man that loved life... Too bad drugs were part of his life that he loved...

I want to help kids to know that drugs don't just affect you, But every one in your life, and every one in theirs...

I met Brian in the summer of 1989. We started going out and soon found out that we got along better as friends... We Stayed in contact with eachother over the years and when I got engaged in 1993 he was there for me. Happy to help with plans I was makeing. He even went with me to pick out stuff for my cake. He could not make it to my wedding. He was put into a drug rehab center. I know he felt bad about it but, I told him servel times, "You getting better is more importent to me". About 2 months after I got married I found out I was going to have a baby. Brian was so happy for my husband and I. He would come over and put his hand on my belly and say "Hi little one. Its your god father Brian". He loved the thought of being part of our babys life. He always joked about us nameing the Baby after him. And If it was a boy I most likely would have.

About 8:00pm on July 30 1994. I got a phone call from a friend of Brian's. She was laughting about Brian laying under his van. She told me he was high on drugs and he was past out. She thought it was funny. I told her to call Brians Family. She did that but would not call 911. Shannon (Brian's sister) had call herself. Shannon Came and got me and we went to the hospital. All the time thinking we would bring Brian back home with us. That was not going to happen. When we got to the hospital he was still being worked on. We waited not knowing what was going on. I think back now and remember siting in the big room holding Shannons hand. There were sick people all around and drips of blood on the floor. After about An hour or so we could go back to see him. Thats a sight I will never be able to get out of my head. He was straped to the bed with thick leather belts. He had tubs all over him. I remember holding his hand and saying "We need you! Don't leave us!!" His lips were dry and he had black stuff all over him. He was almost lifeless. Something I have never seen In him before.

Later that moring he was moved to N.I.C.U. And we waited in the waiting room down the hall for his mom to show up. She had been camping and know nothing about what had happened. I didn't stay at the hospital to long after his mom showed up. I was told by Shannon that my baby needed me to get some sleep and to eat something. So I went home. I could not sleep, I could not eat. I called the hospital every hour to see how he was doing. Hopeing I would get some good news... I didn't...

On August 1st, My husband and I went to see him. I was told that the day before he was awake and trying to get out of bed. He was also asking for me. We went into the room that had beds all along the walls and nurses everywhere. Brian was almost white. He had tubs going into his neck, arms, nose and heart. It was so hard to see him like this. The man I have always know to be strong was laying helpless in this bed. I held his big hand so hard wanting to fell him squease back. I told him "You have to get better, And the next time I see you in the hospital better be when this baby is born." We stayed for awhile but had to go so the nurse could change his IV... If I had know that was the last time I would see him. I would have fought to stay. I would have held his hand tell I could hold it no longer. But I just kissed him on the forehead and said,

"I love you"

August 2ed 1994 Brian died from inturnel bleeding cause from the drugs. They slowly killed him from the inside out. I was not home when Shannon called. I played the message on the answering machine over and over, because I thought maybe I heard it wrong... I didn't... He was gone...

On August 7th I went to his furnal... I think this was the hardest thing I ever had to go threw. I cryed so much my head hurt. They creamated him. It was so hard to belive that such a big man, a man that loved his life and all the people in it. Was in this small box. We set off blue balloons that day, They were supposed to help us let him go. But I fell I will never let him go, NEVER.....

On November 21 1994 I gave birth to a beautiful little girl. I named her Kayleena Chyann. I put a picture of Brian over her crib. Its still over her bed today. Her God father looks over her. I know he does... I know one day she will ask who that man is over her bed... I will simply tell her

"He's Your Angel"...

My Daughter Kayleena Chyann on Easter Sunday 1998... Standing on her bed next to the picture of Brian...

He wanted so badly to see her... He wanted to be part of her life... Now hes just a picture on the wall...She will never know the real Brian... Never hear his laugh... Never hold his hand... All she can do it listen to storys about him.. And look at his picture on the wall...

Every year since on August 2 we go to the park where Brian use to take me. Its like a time to tell him I miss him, A time just for us. Kayleena and I always say a prayer for him and hold our hands as high as we can, And slowly let go of the string, And set off blue balloons in his memory... We sit in the grass and watch them go high in the air. As if they are taking our love to him. Its hard not to cry, I want Kayleena to have happy memorys of the times we do this, not sad ones.

I still talk to Shannon, her boyfriend "Brian" her mom "Michelle" And brother Michael In fact thier some of my best friends.

On February 14th 1997 Shannon gave birth to a little boy. She named him Mathew Brian. I know Brian would be so proud... I know I am.... (Love you Shannon) and I am proud to call him my God Son....

This is Mathew Brian... The nephew Brian will never see... Never get to hold... Never get to play with... He will not be able to watch him grow up, Go to school, Get married, and have chrildren of his own,... And Why?....All Because of DRUGS...

Everyone thinks people who do drugs are dirty and homeless or in a gang.... Thats not true... Its far from being true... Anyone can get addicted... Anyone can die from it...But then again anyone can learn from it... I hope my story will help people to see...
The word should not be "Drugs" but "Killer"

Brian Daniel Plesher,
20, of Peoria, a mail clerk,
died Aug. 2, 1994.
He was born in Phoenix Az.
Survivors include his
mother Michelle;
sister Shannon;
brother Michael;
and his grandparents.

1974-1994...

I never knew how much I loved you, Tell it was to late...

UPDATE 8-2-99

Today we once again we out to set off balloons for Brian. Some days I think its getting easer... Some days I know its not... Today was one of them!

We set off 6 balloons this year. 5 blue ones. (one for each year he has been gone) and a heart one that said

"I Love You"

We put this web address on the balloon.

Kayleena ranning after the heart balloon

This year Kayleena understood alittle more about what we were doing.... I told her that Brian was in heaven, And that the balloons would go up to heaven and remind him that we love him... Its funny that she never met Brian, yet she loves him... (his picture) She tells everyone "He's my angel"

I Truely Believe That Too!

Click here to see pictures from last year

Brian's Poem Page

Brian's Web Rings

Lets
Save A Child
And Give Someone A Reason
To Smile :o)

Please say "NO " to drugs